Don't you think Catherine would be happy to put her arms round you and call you sister ?" When Bertram mentioned Catherine a sweet light came for the first time into Beatrice's eyes.
"I love your sister Catherine," she said.
"You will love me too.

You will make me the happiest of men." "I have not even begun to love you.

I have not a shadow of affection for you." "If you saw me very unhappy you would pity me." "Yes, I pity all unhappy people." "Then pity me, for I am miserable." "Pity won't do you any good; and you have no right to be miserable." "Still, pity me; for I am, I can't help it--I am wretched beyond words." His face had grown really haggard, for he was beginning to think she would never yield, and this look won her to say: "Well, yes, if it comforts you to know it.

I do pity you." "Pity is akin to love.

You will love me next." "I don't see the smallest prospect; you mustn't delude yourself." "I do, I will.